Saturday, July 27, 2013

July 27, 2013

I turn 50 next week, and I really can't complain. I'm doing all the things I hoped for when I was 16 -- writing novels, playing in a rock band, singing in a choir, all in the midst of an entertaining, engaging, amazing family. Granted, I thought I'd do the writing and rocking in my 20s, but I'll take it. As an early birthday celebration, we're going out to dinner on Capitol Hill and then to the Vermillion Un-Block Party to hear Red Ribbon. Should be interesting just getting there, but I'm up for the adventure!

OK, here are the band names:

I Draw Slow
. . . but I draw exceeding fine.

Jeans Wilder
I've loved Gene Wilder ever since I first saw Blazing Saddles (my first R-rated movie) at the age of 10. And I wear jeans practically every day. This one's for me.

Soft White Sixties
I suspect this will be my hair in another 10 years.

This Charming Band
Self-promotion, but awfully sweet. Who can resist a band this charming?

Gotta love something so scientific sounding. Yellow something? Oh -- having light hair. A very metal way to be blond.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

July 21, 2013

I'm blogging late -- spent the weekend east of the mountains, tasting wine and experiencing genuine hot weather. It's important to do that periodically so I know not to complain when it gets over 80 in Seattle. I also want to take a moment to advise everyone to get Shelby Earl's new album, Swift Arrows, which releases on Tuesday, July 23. She has the voice of a sword-wielding angel, with powerful songs and arrangements to match. This record is the feel-good heartbreaker of the year.

On with the band names!

The Cat Empire
This is another word for that fuzz-covered, carpeted perch by the window. Or possibly your bed when there's a sunbeam.

Music camp with 12-string guitars.

The Put It All Down in Letters
As ever, I am a sucker for a name that is too long for convenience. This is even better for being a complete imperative sentence, with the absurd addition of the definite article. Plus, I'm a big fan of letters.

Vaudeville Etiquette
There are rules about who throws the first pie.

Wizard Rifle
Now, that just seems unfair. Magic and firearms, too?

Saturday, July 13, 2013

July 13, 2013

I don't get out to too many shows that I'm not playing on (or so it seems after last weekend), so tonight is a special treat: a much anticipated show for I which I don't have to do anything but show up! Shelby Earl celebrates the release of Swift Arrows tonight at the Columbia City Theater, with Mikey and Matty, and Courtney Marie Andrews. I know, a whole bunch of name names, but elsewhere in time and place are an abundance of named bands to make up for it.

Badger Pocket
Either a tiny town in Arkansas, or a feature of a previously unknown species of marsupial weasel.

Future Bible Heroes
Because, as my friends in the United Church of Christ say, "God is still speaking."

Human Animation Lab
Why do I think this is going to involve lightning and an assistant named Igor?

Strangely Alright
Duddley Doright's weirder cousin.

What happens when you get spacesick on a faster-than-light ship.

Honorable mention to a lineup that reads like a poem:
Seize the Sun
Love the Lost
Ascend from Silence

Saturday, July 6, 2013

July 6, 2013

Tonight! Your Mother Should Know is pleased and honored to be included with Old Man Williamson, Pouch and Peterman on the bill for Peterman's record release at Victory Lounge, 9:00 p.m. Free! I even get to step out from behind the drums and sing one number, so it's a momentous occasion.

And we're not the only well named bands out there this week. Try these on:

Golden Robot Army
I'm thinking old-school giant robots here, with laser eyes, and golden armor gleaming in the sun as they take their rightful place as our overlords.

Kingdom Crumbs
. . . thy will be dumb . . .

Loud Eyes
That's some serious synesthesia! Not just mis-wired senses, but the sensory organs themselves, doing things they can't.

Special Explosion District
Anywhere on July 4?

The Woolen Men
I picture a set of cuddly knitted golems. I wish they were on the same bill with the Golden Robot Army.